~𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳~ // 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- 𝕏𝕏: Ill -

"Okay. I have to go out on a mission. There's food leftover in the kitchen somewhere. Don't eat just candy all week, okay? I love you!" Mitsuri pecked your forehead and skipped out the door.

"She's like your older sister or something." Sanemi grumbled.

"Yeah. It's pretty annoying sometimes, other times, like now, it's just sweet."

It was a week afterward Sanemi had taken you out. You had gone out one other time after that, but ended up leaving because it started to rain. It was still pouring outside, which made you worry about your mentor.

"I hope she doesn't get sick. So help me- if she fights a demon with the flu, I'll kill her." You waved your hand dismissively as you walked towards the training yard.

"Where are you going?" Sanemi trailed behind you.

"To train? I won't let a little rain stop me from being a badass swordsman."

"No. You're not. You'll be the one to get sick."

"That's ridiculous. A myth, really. No one gets sick from the rain."

"But you just-! It's not from the rain anyway, idiot- it's from the cold!" Sanemi stopped you from opening the door by grabbing your wrist.

"No."

You shook him off and walked outside, your clothes were immediately soaked through and clung to your body.

Sighing, you took of your drenched haori and flung it to the side, letting it hit the gravel with a smack.

Sanemi huffed and picked it up. He went inside to hang it so that it could dry. When he came back out he saw you stretching.

"Mitsuri says I need to work on my flexibility. I'm not sure if I'll ever be as flexible as her, especially since she does back bends and shit midair in a fight." You rambled.

He nodded vacantly and sat down on the steps, watching you practice your flexibility. He eventually joined you, and you two fought, until the rain picked up an hour or so later.

"No more, Y/n. Come inside." Sanemi ordered, putting his sword away.

"All right, fine. I'm hungry anyway." You stepped onto the covered porch and shivered. "Ugh. I hate being wet." You groaned.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it." Sanemi snapped grabbing two towels off the floor of the porch and handing one to you.

You took it from him and dried yourself as best you could, though it was difficult since you still bore the burden of completely soaked clothes. Sanemi threw his shirt off and let it fall to the ground, drying off his upper body.

You did the same, even though your bra was still wet. Quickly, you dried off your back and trudged inside, footsteps slopping. "Put a goddamn shirt on." Sanemi hissed and hid his face from you. You set your sword down next to you as you sat at the table.

"Hell no! Why do you get to walk around shirtless and I don't?! My clothes are just as wet! Damn. You're gonna make me think I'm making you flustered." You snickered. Sanemi glared at you before putting a bowl of leftover rice in front of you.

Fervently, you ate the rice. You sighed and got up, grabbing the hilt of your sword. "I'm going back out." Sanemi sighed in response.

-

After another hour or two of training, you came back inside and prepped some tea. Sanemi was scrawling on a scrap piece of paper with his cheek resting on his free hand. "I didn't know you were capable of being so calm." You grinned. He continued to doodle. "Uh, are you all right?" He nodded and stood.